Immediately afterwards, before Snorri had time to catch his breath from using the skill, he saw a scene that was enough to make him bite his steel teeth into pieces--
They were a group of night goblin fanatics. Although they looked slightly stronger than the similar ones around them, this was insignificant compared to other characteristics.
Instead of tying hammer balls to the chains, they tied living dwarves to those evil chains instead!
These poor dwarves were either caught in a trap, or were injured and captured by the weapons of the night goblins smeared with unknown venom. In short, they appeared on the battlefield in such a tragic way.
"Eight, peak, mountain, crazy, disciple!" Snorri spat out these letters one by one in the most angry and murderous voice since time travel.
The Eight Peaks Outlaws are Skarsnik's unique creation. In order to realize Skarsnik's will, these despicable goblins will do whatever it takes to win! If conditions permit, they will replace different "iron balls" when facing different races.
Although at this point in time, Skarsnik has not yet occupied the upper levels of Eight Peaks Mountain, and therefore they are not the sign, no one is in the mood to care about whether there are loopholes in Snorri's words at the moment.
Every dwarf around Snorri was filled with endless rage, and the two Hammer of Eternity guards even began to pull out their beards! No son of the mountains can accept what is happening in front of him!
"Ahhhh!" A dwarf ranger was furious. He dropped the crossbow in his hand, took off his two-handed battle ax from his back and rushed forward. However, before he could run a few steps, he was laughed at by the night goblins. A hail of arrows struck him down.
"Grimnir is on top!" Captain Glenson called out the name of the God of War. He had to press the head of the war hammer into the ground hard to try to restrain his urge to rush forward.
Those crazy fanatics would not leave much time for the dwarves to brew their anger. They began to spin. The poor tribesmen who were originally delirious due to hunger, thirst or toxins were stimulated by the friction with the ground. There were intermittent moans of "Uh..." and "Uh...".
"The Ancestor Goddess protects you! My people! Damn these damn night goblins!" Snorri knew that he could not let these future Eight Peaks Mountain fanatics speed up peacefully, and then use his captured clansmen to The thin defense line of the three tribes alliance was finally formed by tearing people's bodies apart.
"I, Snorri Thorson, hereby swear in the name of the Mother Goddess that this greatest and deepest hatred will be liquidated!"
With that said, Snorri clasped the ring on his left hand, and with a slight touch, a huge rune fireball appeared, "Shoot me!" With a deep and painful voice, he closed his eyes and threw the fireball forward. Two fanatics were burned to a crisp.
The peasant archers were also shocked by the atrocities of this group of night goblins, but fortunately for them, the pain was not too severe, so they reacted quickly, and soon a fluffy rocket fell on the night goblins. In their formation.
The night goblins who didn't eat the frenzy mushrooms jumped around to avoid the flames that disgusted them physically. However, those who had eaten the mushrooms, with veins on their faces exposed and eyes red and bleeding, had fallen into madness and were undisturbed.
"You bastards, get out of the way!" Captain Glenson used his warhammer to push aside the human shield array in front of him. He and several other Hammer of Eternity guards were seen holding the middle part of the hammer, spinning the hammer like a windmill to fire arrows, while striding towards the remaining four night goblin fanatics.
There is no comparison between the feeble shooting of these night goblins and the shooting from the sky by the wood elves that they suffered in Karak-Norn. They cannot interfere with these powerful dwarf warriors in the slightest!
Everyone present held their breath as they watched the Hammer of Eternity guards and the night goblins' swirling blasphemies about to collide in the middle of the mountain road.
I saw these experienced long-bearded dwarves either rolling or jumping to get past the first rotation of the chain. Then, when the chain was affected by centrifugal force and stretched to its straightest point, they swung the hammer hard and hit the chain hard. As the rune on the hammer head flashed, the goblins' crudely made iron chains shattered!
Wearing heavy armor and strong enough, the Hammer of Eternity guards were knocked back a few steps by the powerful reaction force, and the weak night goblin fanatic was directly swept away!
"Oh my God!" the young Maldini was shocked.
"What strength and skill this is!" Knight Fatis praised on the horse. Along the way, he had already learned that the ten taciturn dwarves around Snorri were quite extraordinary, but only now did he see their true strength. .
"Sorry, my poor people!" Captain Glenson and his team members did not show any satisfaction with their wonderful performance.
Seeing that the clansmen who were dragged and spun all the way by the madmen were bloody and bloody, all these powerful warriors could do was pray to the Mother Goddess in the hope that she could redeem their souls.
The night goblins were also shocked by the strength displayed by these dwarves when they broke through the attack of the madmen on the Eight Peaks Mountain. They hesitated for a moment before launching the attack at the urging of the bosses behind them.
Snorri used the time when the previous two waves of fanatics appeared to direct his coalition forces to push back and set up a position at the narrowest part of the mountain road.
The ogres formed a physical shield wall, with infantry humans filling the gaps between them. Archers fired in the form of projectiles in the back row, and knights sat on their horses as backup in case of emergency.
Due to their movement speed, the first ones to arrive on the battlefield were the night goblins. Under the cover of the shaman's little waaagh spell, they launched a charge against the defense line. Due to the narrow terrain, it was difficult for them to use their numerical advantage.
The unique resistance of the ogres made them less affected by the original poison of the night goblins. A few minutes of high-frequency impact only caused two ogres to retreat due to injuries, and had almost no significant impact on the entire defense line.
At this stall, a dozen trolls were driven closer to the front line. They were matched with the ogres. One side had some wisdom and armor, and the other side had an innate ability to regenerate.
But Snorri didn't want these big men to beat each other with crude weapons. That would undoubtedly be a waste of resources.
"Prepare to charge!" The voice of Knight Fatis rang out at the right time. The chivalrous knight, the horse attendant and the adventurer opened a distance of dozens of yards.
"Aihetanmu, make way!"
Upon hearing Snorri's instructions, several ogres in the middle of the road swung their weapons and drove away their stupid opponents. With the sound of horse hooves "ta-da!", the cavalry began to charge.
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